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Derek: I only said I love you to three people. My mom, my grandma, and Stiles when he was dying from the bite back before the fire. I only regret one of those
Scott: which one?
Derek: Stiles. He healed 2 days later, so I just looked like an idiot
Stiles: we're mates
Derek: still
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Erica: Stiles, this is my top friend, Derek.
Erica: Derek, this is my bottom friend, Stiles.
Stiles:
Derek:
Stiles: Why did you introduce us like that, though?
Erica: What? I’m just introducing my two gay, sexually repressed besties.
Erica: Derek, did you know Stiles call has no gag reflex? And Stiles, did you know Derek loves tight holes?
Stiles:
Derek:
Erica: Oh shoot, I totally forgot I have to help Boyd with a thing. I’ll be back in an hour or two or three. Catch you all later.
Erica: (leaves)
Stiles:
Derek:
Stiles:
Derek:
Stiles: So do you wanna-
Derek: Yeah.
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Ok one more update from a shark in the water? Please???
Here’s the first 1k(roughly)! Keep in mind I haven’t edited and I had like. A three-month long writers block for this fic so I’m not super attached/happy with this intro— it may change when I go back next weekend!
Hopefully it’s enough to wet your appetite tho ;)
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Stiles had friends.
Lydia was his friend. Erica. Danny and Kira danced the line between acquaintance and actual friendship, but gun to his head, Stiles would count them as the latter. And Scott. God knows they'd been inseperable for over a decade.
It's just—
Stiles didn’t text his friends the way he texted Derek.
Or as often.
It wasn’t anything serious. Just lots of little, trivial things: pictures here and there, Stiles blinking doe eyes at the camera, biting his lip. He texted Derek about his annoying professor, the chronological order of the Marvel movies, his attempts at latte foam art. Stiles rambled and vented and altogether talked too much, but—
Derek always answered.
Even if it was a simple, one-word reply. Even if sometimes it took a couple hours. Stiles wasn’t sure he’d have been able to stop even if he didn’t; every little thing that popped into his head came with the companion thought of, oh! I wonder what Derek would think about this!
ive never seen you play a video game, he texted on Thursday evening.
I don’t. What are you playing?
COD
with scott
R u home?
At the gym.
Stiles had figured as much, but he still caught himself sighing. They were in the Hale-McCall living room, playing on Scott’s family Xbox, both sore and tired from their shifts at work. From his spot on the couch, Stiles could hear Peter humming in the kitchen, most likely prepping for dinner. Melissa was still at work.
And Derek was at the gym. Snooze.
how much can u lift? Stiles texted, before his character on screen ran into a wall and he had to put his phone down. Scott side-eyed him, hard.
Stiles caught the tail-end of Scott taking incoming fire before his phone buzzed again. He looked back down.
I can lift double your weight, easy, Derek had typed, cutting to the heart of the matter.
Stiles pinkened.
for how long?
For as long as it takes. Derek replied. it’s your endurance we need to work on, if anything.
Stiles could taste the sharp edge of Derek’s condescension on his tongue. Something inside him went molten-hot, liquified, like the liquid wax of a burning candle.
maybe you should take me to the gym with you, he typed, squirming at just the thought of it. Derek all sweaty, the graceful arch of spine, muscles flexing as he lifts himself. we could be workout buddies.
Would you wear leggings?
Stiles readjusted on the couch, his leg coming up against his chest.
in public? no.
but I could sit on you.
on your back. while you do push ups
A bit too daring. Stiles bit his lip when Derek didn’t respond. He focused back on the game, hoping to distract himself.
It didn’t help much.
Scott huffed, throwing down his remote when they both died.
“What is with you, man?”
“What do you mean?” Stiles said, peeking at his phone again. No new messages.
“I mean, you’re not even watching where you’re going. You just got us both killed!”
”I’m just—“ Stiles felt unreasonably grumpy. “Bored. Can’t we play something else?”
“Like what?”
Like Mario Kart, per Stiles’ suggestion. The best part about Mario Kart was that Scott was—
“Awful, man. Just terrible,” Stiles laughed as Scott swerved off the road, twisting his remote uselessly, as if that were going to do anything while he wasn’t holding down the gas. “Honestly, it’s embarrassing to watch. You should just stop. You’re bringing shame to your family name.”
“I used to beat you at every game!”
“Yeah, in like seventh grade.” Stiles shook his head. “How’s it feel, Scott? To have peaked in middle school?”
“I haven’t peaked, I’m just—“ Scott threw down the controller as the track completed, screen flashing the stats. Scott in tenth place, Stiles in first. Just like the last time. And the time before that. “Out of practice. God, screw this. I want to play Skyrim.”
“Skyrim is god-awful on the Switch.”
“Well, then, I’ll bring the PS4 down here.”
“But it’s single player,” Stiles scrunched up his nose. “I’m not going to just sit here like your girlfriend and pretend watching you play video games is interesting.”
Scott looked offended. “Allison isn’t pretending. She said she loves watching me play.”
Right.
“Sure she does.” Stiles rolled his eyes. "We can just put on a horror movie or something, play fuck, marry, kill." A weird little tradition of theirs, any time they break out the b-rate horror films.
"Which one do you wanna watch?"
Stiles shrugged, "You pick."
He checked his phone again. Sighed for the millionth time.
Scott noticed.
“Who are you texting?”
Fuck.
”No one important,” Stiles said quickly, and put his phone face down on the side table.
Scott stared at it. “Is that a new phone?”
”What? No.”
”It’s pink," Scott pointed out. "Your phone's not pink.”
Stiles really needed to get a case for the thing. “Okay,” he conceded. “It’s a new phone. I splurged.”
The reaction was immediate.
”Stiles! We’re supposed to be saving up for an apartment!” Scott shook his head. “You’ve got to stop spending money, dude.”
Scott was definitely right about that. Stiles might not have bought the phone, but he'd hardly saved a dime since he’d started his job. He’d been too busy buying— well. You know.
As if summoned by the thought of his underwear alone, Stiles' phone (finally, finally) buzzed. Stiles had moved before his brain had fully processed the sound, snatching his phone up from the table on reflex.
Stay put. I’ll be there in 10.
Stiles’ cheeks darkened to a fire-engine red. Uh-oh.
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derek: *is carrying all the groceries*
stiles: *holds out hand to help*
derek: *aggressively moves all the groceries to one hand to hold stiles’s hand*
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I’m so excited!!
🤲 would you please share a snippet of a WIP?
Rules of the ask game
I SWEAR Y'ALL ARE MIND READERS
I have just closed a doc with fresh 7k of NEW WIP and it's gonna be so EPIC I'm exploding rn
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Gerard hummed and folded his hands on the handle of a sword at his waist. “What a spoiled brat you have, John. We’ll change that, do not worry. With a loving hand…” he sang dreamily and threw an annoyed glance at Derek. “Let go of him, young knight. The road will be long.”
But Derek stood frozen.
“Let go,” Stiles murmured above a breath.
“How can you ask that of me?”
Derek’s furious harsh whisper full of agony and desperation — at the very end, it was the exact thing that broke him.
Hot stinging tears ran down Stiles’ pale cheeks. His bitten dry lips trembled. He squeezed his eyes and shook his head but the tears kept coming.
Stiles dug his nails into the back of Derek’s hands and tugged. “Let go.”
“Hale,” his father warned.
“Derek, I beg you.” Stiles tugged and tugged but Derek’s arms were like vice. He couldn’t make himself look at the man for he would break, irreparably so.
But Derek only pressed him closer.
Stiles felt the heat of his body, heard the caress of his labored breath against his own ear. He heard everything Derek wasn’t saying.
A blade slid with a silky whisper out of the scabbard. Stiles gasped and stiffened as he felt the tip of it press under his chin.
“And now?” asked Gerard, his cold but amused gaze trained on Derek.
The hands disappeared from Stiles’ sides as if burned.
“See how easy?” Gerard smiled. The blade remained pressed to Stiles’ neck for a couple more breaths before Argent put it down.
Stiles inhaled sharply and swayed in place.
No one caught him this time.
He stood alone.
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Side Character
sterek | teen | 17,4k | ao3
Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Derek Hale, Beta Stiles Stilinski, once again I'm asking you to trust me, Self-Esteem Issues, Jealous Stiles Stilinski, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Mutual Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending, Protective Derek Hale, Werewolf Derek Hale
Summary: He should’ve kept his mouth shut. He should’ve smiled like always. Now everything was ruined, crushed, destroyed. Dust, shards, and the remnants of his pride. Love that no one needed.
Derek’s gaze scalded the side of his face but Stiles refused to meet it. He had already revealed too much.
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derek who always has a hand underneath stiles’ shirt resting on his chest/nipples or sweatpants restjng on his ass like i know he’s always doing that. pervert
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StandingInANiceDress (siand) Archive
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All links are archive links meant to circumvent deletion. As they are prone to rewriting their work, I'll try to include the most up to date versions.
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ONE-SHOTS
"As the Lights Go Down" (E) 62,890
"Darling, Dearest, Dead" (E) 42,218
"Everything Under the Moon" (T) 19,892
"Hot Mess" (E) 20,458
"I get filthy when that liquor get into me" (E) 26,367
"In a Straight Line Down" (T) 40,315
"Infatuation" (T) 10,501
"Lost and Found" (E) 37,741
"Morning Finds You" (M) 51,619
"Numbers" (T) 11,150
"Peculiar / Interesting" (E) 14,400
"Someday When You Leave Me" (M) 25,804
"Sugar and Spice" (E) 39,781
"they call kids like us vicious and carved out of stone" (M) 20,506
"this story's got dust on every page" (T) 33,829
"'Til You Make It" (E) 46,088
"Traces" (E) 44,844
"What Stays and What Fades Away (you can't choose)" (E) 39,111
"You Look Like Bad News (i gotta have you)" (E) 38,954
MULTI-CHAPTER
"Among the Famous Living Dead" (E) 103,483
"Be Nice to Me" (E) 92,351
"Between Men and Lions" (E) 102,164
"Controlled Burn" (E) 53,933
"Cut to the Bone" (E) 112,437
"Dead Things" (E) 89,100
"Don't Take the Money" (E) 53,469
"Fight Fires in Your Best Clothes" (E) 67,631
"For Your Eyes Only" (E) 113,297
"Helen of Troy" (E) 150,258
"Nothing Safe is Worth the Drive" (E) 55,151
"Playing God" (E) 63,747
"Sinking Ships" (E) 106,646
"Stars and Their Meanings" (E) 58,376
"When the Sun Goes Down" (E) 105,193
SERIES
"Down by Contact" (E) 472,163 WIP
"Down by Contact" (E) 117,483
"Hail Mary" (E) 81,011
"Blood Sport" (E) 149,192
"Black Monday" (E) 124,477 WIP
"Down in Flames" (E) 141,827
"so, hey, let's be friends." (E) 29,573
"how this one ends." (E) 49,349
"if it's torture." (E) 62,905
"Honor or Death" (E) 113,148 WIP
"Honor or Death" (E) 60,072
"Spoils of War" (E) 53,076 WIP
"The Standing Dead" (E) 244,721
"The Standing Dead" (E) 166,660
"Tinderbox" (E) 78,061
"Tax Evasion" (E) 210,780
"Tax Evasion" (E) 139,924
"Make Your Bones" (E) 168,764
"Heat Lightning" (E) 128,358
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derek who always has a hand underneath stiles’ shirt resting on his chest/nipples or sweatpants restjng on his ass like i know he’s always doing that. pervert
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twt au tweets…… and a random look into derek’s account..
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[TW/Sterek] Fight
Stiles: Scott, can you please tell sourwolf that I’m mad at him? We’re in the middle of a fight and I don’t want to talk to him.
Lydia: You’re literally sitting on Derek's lap.
Stiles: Yes, what’s your point?
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Sterek au: Lazy Sunday morning - Derek cuddling Stiles
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